Subdued, In Writing
Enveloped in waves of
overflowing thought
to drown within its current
light goes dim, cannot see
what is in front
what is behind I?
For in a trap,
cannot focus
cannot breath.
Gasping crying to
what cannot hear.
It has ensnared, in its icy
teeth.
Thought oppressed
ink splattered statements along
piles of morose.
Cold
as he froze
the final essence of me.
Copyright © Sydney Friend | Year Posted 2018
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